Apologies for the title, but it's the best I could come up with when confronted with The Dawk's most recent outburst against Catholicism.
According to The Dawk, The Blessed Sacrament is a 'cannibal feast'; a line of thinking that could have come straight from the time of Nero. Yet he outdoes himself with his idea that the Church's conception of priesthood as including 'the nastier idea that possession of testicles is an essential qualification to perform the rite'; you know, the whole 'cannibal feast' thang.
It's not very broadminded of me, I know, but literature which involves one chap discussing other chaps' gonads is usually a non-starter in my book, and accordingly that was as far as I got. In following a career as an evolutionary biologist, The Dawk has devoted himself to the principle that we have only reached the stage we're at because about 65million years ago, the sky fell in one day. It is not known whether this event happened on a Saturday night, thus blindsiding groups of large lizards fighting over the remote because they couldn't agree whether to watch 'Strictly Come Prancing' (although her tiny forearms were a bit of a barrier to free expression, Dad liked the hotty diplodocus from 'Dead Enders' doing the samba) or 'The T-Rex Factor'. On the other hand, it could have been the most interesting thing to have happened at teatime on a Tuesday afternoon ever since, oh, Grandpa decided to become a land-dweller.
Some men who are frightened of things falling on their heads usually wear hard hats to cushion the blow. Some of these men are also renowned for their harrassment of innocent passers-by. In terms of his career as an advocacy of atheism, that's the point The Dawk has reached. Assuming that the sky did fall in, it has never been proven to have had anything to do with us; and while one might feel some sympathy for the lizards who never got to see the episodes of 'Walking With Amoeba' that they'd recorded in anticipation of the rainy season, that's as far as it goes.